F*** Me Pumps

When you walk in the bar

And you dress like a star

Rocking your 'F-Me' pumps

And the men notice you

With your Gucci bag crew

Can't tell who he's looking to

'Cause you all look the same

Everyone knows your name

And that's your whole claim to fame

Never miss a night

'Cause your dream in life

Is to be a footballer's wife

You don't like players

That's what you say

But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire

You don't like ballers

They don't do nothing for ya

But you'd love a rich man, 6'2 or taller

You're a more than a fan

Looking for a man

But you end up with one night stands

He could be your whole life

If you got past one night

But that part never goes right

In the morning, you're vexed

He's onto the next

And you didn't even get no text

Don't be too upset

If they call you a sket

'Cause like the news, everyday you get pressed

You don't like players

That's what you say

But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire

All them big ballers

Don't do nothing for ya

But you'd love a rich man, 6'2 or taller

You can't sit down right

'Cause your jeans are too tight

And you're lucky it's ladies night

With your big empty purse

Every week, it gets worse

At least your breasts cost more than hers

So you did Miami

'Cause you got there for free

But somehow you missed the plane

You did too much ****

Met somebody

And spent the night getting caned

Without girls like you

There'd be no fun

We'd go to the club and not see anyone

Without girls like you

There's no night life

All those men just go home to their wives

Don't be mad at me

'Cause you're pushing thirty

And your old tricks no longer work

You should have known from the jump

That you always get dumped

So dust off your 'F-Me' pumps